My father remarried, and Shihori became my stepmother. But she left me. A few years later, Shihori asked me if I wanted to go on a trip. I suppressed my excitement and headed to her place. When my father and Shihori were still married, their relationship suddenly deteriorated. All I could do was comfort Shihori, who cried almost every day. My father gradually moved away from home. I think it was inevitable that Shihori and I would become romantically involved. My father discovered our relationship and kicked Shihori out. There was nothing I could do. After a while, I started living alone. And today, I was able to see Shihori again. It had been several years since we last saw each other, and she looked a little thinner, but her smile was the same as before. There was so much I wanted to say and ask, but I couldn't find the words. She noticed me, smiled, and held my hand. She kissed me. We longed for each other. We can't make up for the years we weren't together so easily. We pressed our bodies together, wasting no time. I started to worry that she would be gone when I woke up, that it had all been a dream. Shihori gave me a troubled smile and hugged me. Now Shihori was by my side. I would never let her go. It felt like I had finally come out of the tunnel of my dark journey...